HNT: Knickers!

For someone who almost never wears the things, I sure have a lot of underwear. When I'm at home, I just don't bother. I wear skirts, and it's more comfortable to let the bits have some air. When I go out I put on panties, and then a pair of bike shorts for comfort, but I love getting home and pulling all the excess layers off.


This pair is one I purchased in a moment of weakness. It's the boyshort style, which for mean translates to "rides up within ten minutes of putting it on." They're so darn cute, though! I just can't help myself.

This picture was actually an attempt to get a clear shot of the bruise on my arm, with little success. The knickers I'm wearing here are really awesome -- soft, stretchy lace. If I lift 'em up I get patterned shadows across my hip.

The ones I normally wear aren't nearly so interesting. Most of the pretty pairs are worn for my boyfriend -- I like surprising him with the sexy knickers under a skirt when he comes over, and I sometimes have him pick out a ridiculous male-fantasy pair when I go shopping. Fun for everyone!

HNT Morning

My bedroom gets fantastic amounts of sun through the biggest window straight through to afternoon, so I often open the blinds first thing after getting up. One morning, I noticed how lovely the light was, so I set up my tripod and snapped a few photos as a gift for my lover.

I think this was one of the first times I took photos of myself and was happy with how my body looked, and I remember that feeling every time I look at them. Since I have a somewhat mediocre camera, I struggle with lighting a lot as well, so this was a double triumph!

Now, mornings and sex. Not, generally, my cup of tea -- or rather, coffee, since that's what I'm usually craving after I get up. When I'm sleeping with my lover and I wake up before him, I do tend to ease him into consciousness with a blow job. I love going down on him just as he's waking -- the look on his face is incredible, both before and after he's come. The sleepy, satiated smile makes me fall in love with him all over again.

Also, it means I get all the snuggling I could possibly want to start my day.

Daydreaming

My lover's coming by tonight and I've been imagining how he might greet me. We have something of a D/s relationship. I identify pretty strongly as a sub, though the roles are not irreversible between us.

This comes into play because one of the things he ordered me to do this week was work on some porn I'm writing, and I don't think I'll be able to get to the word count he specified by tomorrow night.

If I don't, I'll be nervous when the time for him to arrive comes closer. I'll watch the clock, putter around the kitchen, all while keeping my ears wide open listening for the sound of him pulling into my driveway. He'll know, by the time he pulls up, if I have or haven't done what he's told me to, and in this case, he knows I haven't.

I run to open the door for him and stand in the doorway, backlit by the light from the house while he stands almost completely in shadow. There's just enough light for me to catch flickers of detail: the button-down shirt he's wearing, the light jacket he has on over it, the gloves he's got on not to ward off the cold but to turn me on.

"You didn't finish in time." His voice carries well in the late evening stillness. He doesn't need to raise it to get my attention anyway -- the cold tone is enough to tell me I'm in trouble.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I say, bowing my head and keeping myself from giving excuses.

Three of his long strides and he's standing in front of me, his height intimidating me as it always does. He trails one leather-covered finger up my throat and then grabs my jaw, holding it just tight enough to make struggling an uncomfortable option.

I relax my face as the other hand cups my cheek. It took me a while to learn to do that, but tensing up is a terrible idea.

The impact of his hand across my face makes me moan. My thighs clench together, my cunt starts getting wet, and my brain slips into sub mode so fast it's almost disorienting. He slaps me again. Again. Even with the gloves he manages to make it sting, just a little.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He flicks a finger over both my nipples which have gotten hard enough to show through my shirt.

I look up at him, wide-eyed, and drag my bottom lip into my mouth for just a moment. My non-verbal plea gets me almost what I want: his grip on my jaw tightens, and he brings his lips down to brush against mine. Not a kiss, a tease. Little flicks of the tongue, little brushes of his lips against mine, but no lasting contact. It leaves me whimpering in an embarrassingly short amount of time and struggling to move forward and close the space between us.

"We should be getting inside now, I believe." I can feel his words on my lips, tantalizing me with not quite enough touch. "Wouldn't want you to get cold."


I'm cutting this short because he's going to be getting off of work early, and so dropping by soon than I expected! No use daydreaming about it when I'll have the real thing in just a little while.

Wow!

To everyone that commented on my last post, thank you so much! I was not expecting such a warm welcoming committee from the HNT crew. Here's hoping that I can live up to your expectations, you lovely folks you.

My first HNT: Gloves

My very first HNT. Here's to many, many more!

Just in case you were wondering, yes, those are my own hands, in my own lovely gloves. I have a serious glove fetish. The sight of someone putting them on, hell, the sound of someone putting them on -- even that little will start to get me worked up.

Brushing them over my bare skin makes me shudder. Running them over my mouth, so I can smell the leather as well as feel it against my lips is absolute heaven. I like to be spanked by someone wearing them; the feeling of leather along with the fact they take the sting right out of spanking means it's perfect for me. Gloved hands around my throat? Fantastic.

The best use that I can recall offhand was when I was riding my lover's cock and he slid his gloved hands across my breasts, over and over again, along the underside where I'm the most sensitive. If my memory serves me correctly, I came so hard that I broke down crying after.

Why I am here

I want somewhere to post the porn I write.

I want to participate in Half-Nekkid Thursdays.

I want to talk about sex frankly.

I want people to get off to the porn I write, ogle my half-nekkid self, and talk frankly with me -- and I want to do all this anonymously.

That's reason enough, I think.